Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
One He was in pain. I could see it very clearly. In his eyes and his breathing and the way his body shook while the muscles and tendons all stretched almost to their breaking point. The sweat beading on his forehead and the way his teeth were bared as he struggled with all of his might against the pain wracking his body. The big man was no stranger to pain...
Author's Note: Okay, so I have to retract the statement I made in chapter 1. I don't think this is a little darker that what I normally write, I know it is. These characters aren't particularly likeable, but I'm writing this story because I do find them compelling. I think nomoretears00 got it right when she described all three of them as damaged. Anyways...
Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...
GAY-FOR-PAY Part 2 By Ford2020 Abel pulls his car into a spot in the wide parking lot, nearly empty at this time of day, and looks around as if expecting to see someone he knows here. He takes out his phone and thumbs through the column of numbers until he finds the one he wants. He pauses. Fidgets. Hesitates. Fiddles with the display. Adjusts it. And the...
"If you're not happy about it, then you can get the fuck out of my house!" "What am I wasting money on keeping you fed for when you're nothing but a useless, ungrateful piece of crap?" "You're a waste of space! I knew I should've gotten an abortion!" Those words kept ringing in Jason's ears as he stepped up to the door to Cody's house. Swallowing his pri...
If you're a lifestyle critic, don't pester me! This is fictional and fantasy engaged in by consenting adults. Perhaps this should be under novellas, or novels...it's long. It's also my first attempt at writing gay or bisexual adventures, my first material was MMF and the MM didn't connect ;-) . I've gleaned some ideas from all the stories I've viewed here o...
I am fairly certain my father knew there was more to my being apprenticed to the Dutch munitions broker Fons Hertzog when I arrived in Cape Town from London then learning a merchant's trade. He was being protective of me, I'm sure, the Great War having broken out the previous summer in Europe with the assassination of the archduke. With the war only enlargi...
"So what are you thinking of right now, Jake?" I asked him, watching his hand whacking away at his big dick just like mine was sliding up and down my own similarly large hard-on. "Maybe a girl fingerin' out her pussy and gettin' it all hot and wet, ready for you to eat it...?" My cousin grinned at me, checking out my chopper getting jerked, as the fattened...
"No, sweetie, I don't want to hear about Key West again. That's your little impossible dream. I'm getting my dream right here, thank you very much." "I'm telling you it's neither a dream nor impossible, Jewel," I said, as I mixed two cappuccinos for a pair of matrons incongruously dressed to the nines over by the front window. You only needed to look out of...